Monthly Archives: July 2012

Death of a Mudroom

We had this mudroom off the back of our house that caused a lot of problems. The room was approximately 5×8 and was useful as a place to store garden supplies and the like, but as is often the case with such a room, it frequently became the depository of every damn thing we couldn’t find a spot for.

The righthand wall blocked the view of our yard from the kitchen, and because of the way it was positioned, it made our deck seem smaller than it is.

It also served as a buffer between the yard and the actual house, so the elements hit the mudroom instead of the backdoor, and we could leave our dirty shoes there instead of tracking mud or snow into the kitchen. But then the elements started to win. The roof grew patches of moss and began to leak; a gust of wind blew a window out of its frame, which window almost struck a visiting 6-year-old before it shattered on the floor; the outer door broke and could only be replaced with a costly custom door; and the whole structure had a growing wobble, slight but unnerving, whenever we walked outside.

Last and most irksome, carpenter ants had moved into the walls and were eating the structure from the inside out. When I pried off the drywall, I revealed not only the sawdusty frass of previous colonies but a pair of active egg mounds. The eggs are sticky white, like over-boiled rice, and if I remember my research correctly, they’ll linger there over the winter and hatch the following year. Since the usual ant poisons don’t affect the eggs, carpenter ants are hard to eradicate; even if you kill the current year’s colony, there’s always another nest waiting in the wings.

Not this time! As soon as I opened the drywall, the living ants panicked and began to carry the eggs to safer ground. Before they could properly mobilize, I scooped the eggs with a dust pan and tied them into a plastic bag. Next I poured boiling water on the rest of the ants and eggs that were hiding out of reach, and then, just as a few weary survivors were having an emergency meeting under the floor, I went forward with my plan to destroy their precious mudroom forever.

I called on a friend who’s good at this kind of thing to help me avoid killing myself or destroying the back of the house during demolition. I ordered a 12-yard dumpster and we tore it down piece by piece two Saturdays ago. The decrepit state of the mudroom made it harder to wreck, as it happened, because we had to be careful that portions wouldn’t collapse at a dangerous moment, and we often needed leverage using boards that we too rickety or rotten to provide it.

Along the way, we discovered that the mudroom was really the enclosure of an earlier shingled awning with wooden supports. The original support posts were mostly intact inside a shell of cheap outer wood, and I’m keeping them now until I figure out some way to repurpose them.

Another discovery was the quality of old pine. Our house was built in the late 40s, when pine was nicer and stronger than the cheap-o stuff you generally find at Home Depot. There were places where water and ants had disintegrated the newer wood but left the original pine — which wasn’t pressure-treated back then — completely intact. And the old 2x4s were actual 2x4s, and not the smaller nominal size of 1 1/2″ by 3 1/2″. It was manly wood, from a manlier era.

The entire mudroom was barely connected to the house, which meant there was minimal damage to the outer wall when we removed it. A lot of the cedar shakes were missing where the roof met the house, but we replaced those with new shakes and I painted them all the following day. The paint I used was matched to the sunbleached color that surrounded the former mudroom, but sadly, color-matching isn’t an exact science, even with those fancy computer matchers at paint stores. So now we have a slightly darker Ghost of the Mudroom on the back wall. It’s less glaring in person; my camera exaggerates the contrast (see the final photo below).

The old mudroom floor is still there at the footprint. I’ll need to tear that up and replace the boards so it matches the rest of the deck. I’m installing a new storm door, now that the kitchen door leads directly to the yard. I also need an electrician to rewire the backyard light, and I’m going to put up a metal awning so we’ll have some cover when it rains or snows.

It’s incredible how much the view and even the yard itself has opened up since the mudroom’s removal. I owe my friend Kurt a full day of tiring labor on one of his future projects, along with a replacement set of Sawzall blades that he ruined cutting through the tarry old roof shingles.

Epilogue: today I saw a single lonesome carpenter ant scurrying aimlessly around the deck. I allowed it a moment of solemn remembrance, then squished it with my fingers.

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Fellow Mortals Cover Design

I’m thrilled with the Fellow Mortals cover. It was designed by Charlotte Strick at FSG. The painting is by Jennifer Mehigan, whom I blogged about several months ago. I found Jennifer’s work online accidentally and showed it to my editor. She and the designer loved it, too, so they secured the rights and here we are.

 

Fellow Mortals is now available for preorder, even though it isn’t coming out until March 2013.

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Life Beyond Writing Q&A: Joshua Allen

Twenty questions for authors, none about writing. Some questions are not in the form of a question. (Previous Q&As may be found HERE.)

This week we have JOSHUA ALLEN, author of Fireland.com and the Best Twitter Feed Ever.

1. Rename yourself.

JA: Gary Burrito

2. Satan hoofs up and says two words to you. What are they?

JA: Up top!

3. Give us an A+ summer song.

JA: The coda of “Rock Lobster” where they’re doing marine life sound effects and the guitar gets ominous like a late night party in some stranger’s backyard. [YouTube]

4. What is the worst injury you’ve ever sustained?

JA: Probably getting my hand slammed in a car door. I don’t put myself in situations where physical harm is a possibility. Never broken a bone. My one scar is from when I sliced off a little part of my finger while peeling a peach. I am hardly even a man at this point.

5. Form a supergroup using any four musicians, living or dead, that would be thoroughly awesome to experience, for better or worse.

JA:  Prince, Sleigh Bells, Animal from The Muppets.

6. What was your best Halloween costume?

JA: SIGH! I already wrote about it here!

7. Tell us something you built.

JA: A scale model of a castle complete with turrets made out of coffee cans, a working drawbridge made out of tongue depressors and dental floss, and a blacksmith’s fire made of red and orange cellophane. This was like third grade, right before I decided it’d be easier to just write things.

8. If you could safely have one non-domesticated animal as a lifelong companion, what would it be? (Fantasy creatures are allowed.)

JA: A gay centaur. Is that redundant? A centaur. Regular centaur.

9. What do you like to grow?

JA: Luxuriant ear hair, evidently.

10. Name a thing you love that nobody else you personally know also loves.

JA: Sinbad. The comedian, I mean.

11. How would you like those eggs?

JA: Harvested for $$$

12. What’s the worst thing about your favorite holiday?

JA: Nothing. On Opposite Day! Which is not my favorite holiday. Or is it?? No.

13. You’ve just been turned into a lousy superhero. Who are you, and who is your nemesis?

JA: Quiet Man, who uses his power of Silent Glaring whenever Loud Man whips out his WOOHOO ray.

14. Name a thought that has profoundly scared you in the night.

JA: I’m going to die of a heart attack before accomplishing anything worthwhile in this life.

15. You’re stinking rich. What’s the first thing you add to your home?

JA: Fancy cocaine.

16. What are you up to this weekend?

JA: Normal cocaine + Bejeweled marathon.

17. Which color makes you feel the most comfortable? The most anxious?

JA: This one time I looked at a bottle of the Sea Minerals scent of Method hand soap and, no joke, thought: That is the most beautiful of all the colors. I guess Pink Grapefruit makes me the most anxious.

18. What is the strangest job you ever had?

JA: Dealing with complaints about porn that old people found on the internet. Also the best job I ever had.

19. I mean honestly: aren’t you better off living without ___?

JA: Caring.

20. James Cameron discovers something new at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. What do you hope it is?

JA: Alien from The Abyss to be my lifelong companion! Forget what I said about the centaur.

Joshua Allen writes increasingly short stories on the internet.

Web site: Official Author Site and Fireland Twitter

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